The traditional lyrics
- Monday's child is fair of face,
- Tuesday's child is full of grace,
- Wednesday's child is full of woe,
- Thursday's child has far to go,
- Friday's child is loving and giving,
- Saturday's child works hard for a living,
- But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
- Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
- My Lyrics
Monday's child is very good lookingTuesday's child juggles work and cookingWednesday's child worries too muchThursday's child has a plane to catchFriday's child is generous and kindSaturday's child has an axe to grindThe child born on Sunday is best ‘cause they got it all and they get to rest.I suspect it needs some revision :)
the 38 week challenge on FB has been somewhat neglected by me lately but today I wrote a piece for the theme Abstract (week 11)
Belonging wc 398They asked me to join their club. I wanted to join a club. I thought I needed to belong to one. I took a look at its practices and saw so many ugly things and bizarre actions I said ‘hey you can’t really think it’s okay to do all those things? You wouldn’t get away with that in another club’ They shrugged and told me their leader sanctioned their actions and anyone who belonged to other clubs was fooling themselves. I said ‘no thanks’ and backed away quickly. Another lot asked me to join their club and I took a look at their history and vision statement. The things they thought were okay made my skin crawl. I said ‘what makes you think you will attract people to your club with that sort of thing going on?’ and they said anyone who didn’t like their club was not worth knowing so I said ‘no thanks I’d rather be not worth knowing.’ Another club approached me for funds for their annual drive. I gave them the change from my pocket and I went to their clubroom a few times to see if they lived up to their spiel. I didn’t go for long. The supporters had two faces and they said anyone not in their club was sad and lost. The last club I looked at seemed okay at first but they were a bit aloof and often dismissive of all the other clubs because they believed their practices were the only ones worth practicing and the other clubs were full of idiots. I didn’t join that club either although they were the only one that didn’t tell me to follow the rules without questioning them.I wanted a club, a community, people with a similar outlook to hang around with but I couldn’t find one that would take responsibility for their actions. I saw a lot of them making excuses and playing linguistic acrobatics worthy of the great trapeze artists or referring to their constitution as the ultimate guide to all things to justify outrageous play.I finally decided I would have to make my own club. I have an A4 page with my vision and mission statement and my protocols and procedures written in crayon in bright colours and blue tacked on the wardrobe door. So far there is one paid up ticket holding member. Me.okay I am off to get my protagonist out of a dark corner...